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sacharinee · 11 months

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thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️

pairing: bf!peter parker x reader

w/c: 780

a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter

peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day.

there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you.

but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.

“babe?” he calls out.

he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”

he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home.

when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye.

as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,

“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”

peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.

he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him.

when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.

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peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas.

“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside.

peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.

the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs.

peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.

“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.

he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that.

peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”

he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks.

“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”

you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?”

you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands.

“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”

you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment.

you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.

“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.”

you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”

peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”

gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”

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marchsfreakshow · 7 months

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Innocent Touch {Kyle Spencer x Reader}

Lil drabble

Kyle and you are now in a relationship, much to the dismay of Zoe and Madison, but they keep their distance. Kyle has a bad memory, so you comfort him, and let him know it's alright to feel that way.

I recommend listening to "We'll Never Have Sex" while reading. It inspired me to write this.

Your perspective

⊹˚.⋆ ₊꒷ᘏᘏ︶ଓ︶꒷꒦⊹˚ᗢ₊꒷︶ଓ︶꒷

"They did what to him?" I sat there, mouth agape as Queenie told me what happened to Kyle when Zoe and Madison first brought him back.

"Yeah. Honestly, I'm glad you came along. You taught Kyle way better than they did."

"I can hear you, you know?" Madison grumbled, walking past us. I innocently sipped my coffee, like I did not gossip about her at all. When Queenie was about to talk again, a buzz went off on my phone.

| Angel Boy ❤️ |

- Cuddle? Worry.

| Me |

- of course angel. I'll be right up with some food x ❤️

"Kyle okay?"

"He's a bit worried about something, I'll be back." I quickly picked up the coffee mug, and a bag of sweets next to me, and jogged up the stairs into my own room. Kyle was curled up in the bed, silently sobbing and hiding his face. I put everything down, then lay by him, gently pulling one of his hands away.

"Y/N.."

"I'm here my sweet boy. Shh shh, what's wrong?" I held him close, and he eventually wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling into my neck.

"Mem...memory." Kyle stopped sobbing but I could tell he wanted to cry.

"Oh, my angel. It's alright. No one will ever hurt you like that. Ever again."

I kept Kyle in my arms for a while, cuddling him close, and letting him cry, sob, or whatever he felt like he was feeling.

The evening turned to night quickly, and Kyle was asleep. I kissed his forehead, but he woke up in a panic. "No...no! Go away..!"

"Kyle! Sweets, it's me..it's Y/N. It's me." He was scrambled in the corner of the bed, I stayed on the bed but on the other side, crossing my legs. He looked like a lost, scared puppy, unable to find control in the chaos. He looked up at me again, a scared wonder in his eyes. All I wanted to do was hold him and praise him for being so brave. My scared, sweet boy. I opened my arms, and let him decide what to do.

He slowly crawled into my arms and snuggled back into me. "I'm sorry my darling...can you tell me where I can touch you?"

"Cuddles only. Maybe kiss."

"Of course. Let's watch Adventure Time for a bit yeah?" Kyle nodded and we adjusted ourselves, so he was laying on top of me, with the laptop on his own lap. "I love you Kyle, I'll do whatever so you're comfortable."

"I love you...so much."

#ahs #evan peters #american horror story #franken kyle #kyle spencer x you #kyle spencer #kyle spencer x reader #Kyle fluff #franken kyle x reader #frankenkyle fluff #ahs x reader #x Reader fluff #i love kyle sm #evan peters x reader #evan peters fluff

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marvelomadness06 · 1 year

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James: Regulus, I love-

Regulus: no.

James: what do you mean no?

Regulus: If you say that you love me, I will have to face the very complex, stupidly emotional feelings I have for you and it is far too early in the week for me to stop repressing and have an epiphany.

Remus: *nodding* makes sense.

Barty: yeah, he’s not due for an emotional breakdown over his feelings till at least Friday

Sirius: it’s just what mother always said: Yes Repress, No Stress

…

James: …what?

#black brothers #a plus parenting #walburger and onion are pricks #sirius black #marauders #wolfstar #i love starchaser sm #starchaser #Jegulus #james potter #regulus black #remus lupin #love #james & peter & remus & sirius #harry potter #hogwarts #incorrect marauders #incorrect marauders quotes

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german-garbage · 7 months

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"Relax, and be a good proton."

#t h e m #i love them sm #spider man 2 #spider man #spider man 2 spoilers #spider man 2 ps5 spoilers #sm2 spoilers #peter parker #harry osborn #parksborn #insomniac spider man

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periwinkle-the-11th · 8 months

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Peter 'enhanced spider senses' Parker: *gestures to a sign 10 feet from them* "yeah its just up there"

Harley 'horrible vision, no glasses' Keener: "You can read that??"

Peter 'had horrible vison before the bite, has no idea what the human range of vision should be' Parker: "ummm, kind of?"

Harley 'desperately needs glasses' Keener: "Really? Its all just a huge blur for me"

Peter 'fuck fuck fuck is this a spider thing?' Parker: "Yeah! i just have, really good eyes? I mean like its a bit blurry but not to much you know?"

Harley 'cannot read anything more than 3 feet from him' Keener: "huh, maybe I do need glasses."

#peter parker #harley keener #spider man #iron lad #mcu #marvel #i love their dynamic sm #they've never canonically interacted but they're besties in my heart #parkner #kinda

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kinnbig · 10 months

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KP Anniversary | Underrated Moments [7/?] | Chan & Kim

#i've seen so many different interpretations of this Look and what it means.. and i love that sm! eating it!#kpappreciation #kinnporsche #kinnporsche the series #kim theerapanyakul #kim kp #chan kp #chan kinnporsche #jeff satur #peter knight #kinnporschesource #darcey.gif #darcey.txt #kinnporsche.gif #bl.gif #asiandramasource #kpanniversary

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fettuccin-e · 1 year

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Worth Saving

Description: Peter comes home one night tired and broken by the world he's trying to save. You take care of him.

(Tags: Peter Parker x Reader, gn!reader, no use of y/n, hurt/comfort, idk he deserves to be loved okay) -- w/c: 1.6K

A/N: OKAY this is a tad different from my usual work!! no smut lol but I really just wanted some good ol' hurt/comfort, and PETER DESERVES IT OKAY

Peter doesn’t knock on your window when he arrives. You see him as he swings up, face still masked, and lands on your windowsill.

He doesn’t tap, not like he usually does. You watch as his chest heaves, and he simply leans, pressing himself against the cold of the glass, unmoving.

“Peter?” You say, rushing forward to unlock and open the window. Peter doesn’t move, slumped against the frame. He breathes quietly, silent. He doesn’t look injured; there are no cuts on his suit, he’s not clutching onto anything that hurts. He just looks tired. Overwhelmingly tired.

Though you’ve seen it before, this quiet, exhausted side of Peter, it still concerns you, scares you a little bit, and you can��t help how your hands shake as you take his gloved hand. “Come inside, baby. We’ve got to get you cleaned up, okay?”

He nods slowly, still quiet, and holds your hand as he climbs through the window. You start your walk to the bathroom, guiding Peter behind you as he trudges slowly, silently, your fingers still laced together.

Peter stands silently as you run a washcloth under warm water, his back hunched, like he's trying to make himself as small as possible. Like he's trying to hide. From the world, from you, from himself. Your heart aches as you turn to face him.

“Can I take your mask off, honey?” you ask softly, bringing your hands up to cup his jaw. Peter nods wordlessly, and you don’t hesitate to tuck your fingers under the spandex, tugging it over his head. His face is sticky with sweat, but is thankfully free of any blood.

You smile at him, just a little bit, but Peter doesn’t smile back. He just stares at you, his gaze far-away. There are dark circles under his eyes, his pretty skin sallow and horribly devoid of color. “Oh, Peter,” you murmur, brushing a thumb across his cheek. He leans into your touch, just slightly, but the minute movement makes your heart swell.

You reach for the rag, warm and damp against your fingers, and bring it up to Peter’s face. “Is this okay, baby?” you say, and Peter doesn’t nod like you expect him. Instead, the smallest, “yes,” leaves his lips. It’s so pitiful and quiet compared to how Peter usually talks to you, but the fact that he’s brought himself to speak makes you want to shout with joy.

You smile widely at him, and your grin is even further rewarded with a small, momentary quirk of Peter’s lips. It disappears as quickly as it came, but it was there, a hint of the Peter you know and love.

You brush the cloth gently across Peter’s forehead, cleaning his skin of the dirt and sweat from keeping his city safe. Between his job and taking care of May and patrolling, you doubt that Peter’s slept more than three hours a night for two weeks now. You usually fall asleep as soon as you know that he’s arrived home from his patrol, but unlike Peter, you have the luxury of being able to take a nap the next day after work. Peter can barely eat half the time.

Peter’s gaze is vacant, staring at you with unseeing eyes as you clean the grime off his face. You lean up to press a gentle kiss against his cheek.

“Gonna take your suit off now, okay baby?” you whisper, and Peter nods his assent. You set the rag on the counter again, feeling for the zipper hidden at the back of his suit. You drag it down slowly, making sure the fabric doesn’t snag, until you meet the dip at the end of Peter’s spine. The suit slacks forward off his chest, hanging loosely off his tired body. He doesn’t make any move to slide it off his arms, still staring silently. He blinks slowly at you as you peel it off him, his body sticky underneath with sweat. The suit practically falls off of him, pooling at his feet.

A few bruises bloom along his ribs, but you take solace in the fact that there isn’t any of his blood, or anyone else’s. You won’t have to bite your lip as you stitch him up, cringing at Peter’s whimpers like you do other nights.

But the look in Peter’s eyes is still pained, still suffering as he stares at you, silent as a stone. He aches, broken and bloody down to his very core.

Sometimes, Peter wonders if there’s anything left for you to fix. He thinks that maybe the broken pieces of his soul have been ground to dust, slipping through his fingers as he tries to piece himself back together. For you. He wants to be whole, be better, for you.

Maybe it’s a lost cause, he thinks, maybe he doesn’t deserve to be saved.

Your soft hands skirt delicately over his skin, marking a path up his chest and over his shoulders and down his arms again, before you take his hands again, gently urging him to step forward away from the suit. You suppose that it’s a kind of armor, the kind that protects Peter’s identity from those who want to hurt him. But you curse the damned thing for not saving him from the real, physical hurt he endures night after night.

“Still okay, baby?” you murmur, raising his hands in yours to kiss his cracked knuckles. Peter doesn’t say anything, but he releases one of his hands from yours to cup your cheek, leaning down to brush a kiss against your hairline, which is better than any kind of answer he could have given you.

Damp cloth in your hand once again, you gently wipe the sweat off his skin, working your way down, down, until you’re kneeling in front of him, wiping slowly, deliberately down his legs.

It doesn't feel remotely sexual, not when Peter is curling in on himself, his eyes fluttering shut and flicking back open, trying to force himself awake. Tonight, Peter just needs to finally rest, moments that have been rare since his sophomore year of high school.

You stand again, slowly moving your way up his body. You scratch your nails against the planes of his skin, trying to give some kind of sensation to his numb body. Trying to make him feel again. You toss the rag into the sink carelessly, wiping your hands off on your pants.

“Let’s go to bed, Peter,” you say, and Peter responds with a rough, tired grunt of approval. He laces your fingers back together, making you smile as you lead him around back to your shared bed. You pull the covers down and wait by it, waiting for Peter to get in before you.

He stares blankly at you for a moment, not comprehending. You’re usually in bed before him on these nights, burrowed under the blanket until he climbs in with you, tugging your back to his chest. But you pat the mattress, commanding him wordlessly, and Peter can’t possibly disobey your gentle instruction.

The soft sheets feel like heaven on his achy skin as he slides into bed. You follow close behind him, pressing your front against his back, tugging up the blankets before winding your arms around his middle. He feels you tuck your face into the crook of his neck, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin.

“You want to talk about it, honey?” you ask, the soft lilt of your voice like music in his sensitive ears.

“Not really,” he mumbles, his voice soft and stifled, his throat feeling raw. “I’m-” he can feel his throat tightening, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“Peter, I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly be apologizing for.”

Peter chuckles dryly, and you peck him on the shoulder again as a reward, tugging him back closer to your body. “I’m sorry that I- that I came home to you like this. You shouldn’t have to take care of me like this. It’s- I’m supposed to take care of you, baby, I--”

“Peter,” you say, the loudest you’ve been all night. You unwind your arms from his waist, just a little bit, to sit up, leaning over to look at his face. His eyes are shiny with unshed tears, and your heart aches so horribly you fear it may tear apart inside you. You lean forward, pressing your lips softly to his in a chaste kiss. “My beautiful, perfect Peter,” you mumble against his lips. “You are the love of my life, you know that? And I am so- so proud to be with you. You’re everything to me, and I want to take care of you.” You lean back, pressing your forehead to his.

“You are not broken, Peter Parker. You are bruised, sure, but you are also strong, and loving, and the best man I have ever known. And I want- No, I need to take care of you. I need to make sure that you’re alright, because I couldn’t bear losing you. Do you hear me?”

Peter nods, his throat too tight to speak.

“I couldn’t survive it, Peter, if I lost you. I love you, I love you more than I’ve ever loved anything, so please. Just- just let me take care of you like you deserve, okay?”

A tear escapes unbidden down your cheek, and Peter raises his hand to wipe it away. “Okay, sweetheart. Okay. Hey, it’s okay. I’m okay.”

You nod, sniffing slightly as you settle behind him again. You keep your arms wound around him, plastering yourself to his back. Peter holds onto your hands, rubbing his thumb soothingly into the skin of your wrist.

“I love you so much, baby,” Peter murmurs into the quiet of the room. You nuzzle into the crook of his neck.

“I love you too, Peter, more than you’ll ever comprehend.”

Peter smiles, relishing in your warmth against his back, your hands on his stomach. It encases him, fills him up with warmth and love until he feels like he could choke on it.

Peter drifts to sleep slowly, at peace for the first time in weeks. It’s a kind of peace that makes him feel whole, that makes him feel as though he may be worth saving too.

#can you tell i watched TASM2 recently #HE ALWAYS ENDS UP SO SAD #make peter parker happy 2k23 #this is short but it needed to be posted #i love him sm #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm peter parker #peter parker fluff #tasm!peter x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #spiderman x y/n #spiderman x you

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